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OLIVIER DE SAGAZAN / “UNTITLED” / 2020 [mixed media | 51 1/5 × 78 7/10 × 1″]

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CHAPPELL ROAN RED WINE SUPERNOVA

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I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day - I am surrounded with her image!

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"you will look for themes and motifs in media that isn't worth the effort" i will look for themes and motifs in the dirt. on the ground.

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‘My cat Max’ by Irina ♡

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you jack off all trades?

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Violets resist the perfumer’s art and always have. It is possible to make a high-quality perfume from violets, but it’s exceedingly difficult and expensive. Only the wealthiest people could afford it; but there have always been empresses, dandies, trend setters, and extravagants enough to keep perfumers busy. The thing about violets, which many people find cloying to the point of nausea, is that no response to them lasts long; as Shakespeare put it, they’re:

Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute.

Violets contain ionone, which short-circuits our sense of smell. The flower continues to exude its fragrance, but we lose the ability to smell it. Wait a minute or two, and its smell will blare again. Then it will fade again, and so on. (…) No scent is more flirtatious. Appearing, disappearing, appearing, disappearing, it plays hide-and-seek with our senses, and there’s no way to get too much of it.

— Diane Ackerman, ‘Smell: Of Violets and Neurons’ A Natural History of the Senses

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*twirling my hair looking at fanart of gerard keay* i told my therapist about you

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Artist is zero808w

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we are so back

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[ID: The "assassination chain" meme from Person of Interest. Three people sit in succeeding pews in a church. The man in the frontmost pew is labeled "me listening to episode 8." The woman behind him is labeled "Gerry" in caps and is holding a gun to the back of his head. A woman behind her labeled "Gertrude fucking Robinson?" in all caps holds a gun to her head. The view changes to show someone in a higher level of the church aiming a gun at the last woman in the row. They are labeled "Georgie Barker," again in all caps. End ID]

image ID courtesy of @princess-of-purple-prose, thank you!

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All I need is for someone to gently cup my face and tell me I'm not as doomed as I feel.

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-I do enjoy our walks together. Aren't you, Gale? -Suuure. In silence.

I recently found my old sketch for one of my favorite lines between those two and polished it a little. One day maybe I'll finish it *doubt*

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i am a wyllstarion truther now

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poodle moth by amuse

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hey did you know that uhh

i. the monster's body is a cultural body

ii. the monster always escapes

iii. the monster is the harbinger of category crisis

iv. the monster dwells at the gates of difference

v. the monster polices the borders of the possible

vi. fear of the monster is really a kind of desire

vii. the monster stands at the threshold… of becoming

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just a courtesan who got tangled up in the rage of demons ten years ago and the wizard boyfriend she MIGHT JUST keep alive this time